"Seeing the emperor and not kneeling, heaven punishes with extinction; won't you kneel before me?"
Xuan Jiyue's gaze was cold. If it were before, she would never have easily exposed her identity. Otherwise, she would be in great trouble if detected by the plotter behind the scenes.
But now, the sky is filled with raging thunder, the aura of tribulation lightning obscures everything. Even if she exposes herself, there's no risk of being discovered.
"What a joke, who am I, Mo Xue Ming? How could I kneel to you?"
After a brief shock, Mo Xue Ming quickly regained his composure.
"Don't just say you're a polluted earth clone; even if the empress herself comes, she wouldn't warrant me kneeling."
Mo Xue Ming calculated with his fingers, determining that Xuan Jiyue is merely a polluted earth clone, not her true body.
With his arrogance, he would never kneel before anyone.
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated.
He can be killed, but he will never kneel.
